In Ireland, there is no subject that escapes the possibility of a humorous story.... not even death....
Six retired Irishmen were
playing poker in O'Leary's apartment when Paddy Murphy
loses $500 on a single hand, clutches his chest and drops dead at the table. Showing respect for their fallen brother, the other five continue playing standing up.
loses $500 on a single hand, clutches his chest and drops dead at the table. Showing respect for their fallen brother, the other five continue playing standing up.
Michael O'Conner looks
around and asks, "Oh, me boys, someone got's to tell Paddy's wife. Who will it be?"
They draw straws. Paul
Gallagher picks the short one. They tell him to be discreet be gentle, don't
make a bad situation any worse. "Discreet??? I'm the most discreet
Irishmen you'll ever meet. Discretion is me middle name. Leave it to me."
Gallagher goes over to
Murphy's house and knocks on the door. Mrs. Murphy answers and asks what he
wants.
Gallagher declares: "Your
husband just lost $500 and is afraid to come home."
"Tell him to drop
dead!" says Murphy's wife. "I'll go tell him." says Gallagher.
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The ritual of the wake has not changed in a thousand years
. . . They have the kitchen table, and they cover it with a white sheet and a
silk pillow and they lay the remains out on the table and all the neighbors
come in and pay their last respects. Such
a man Iying there is Seamus O'Shaughnessy, passed on, deceased, gone over,
demised, and he's stone dead as well. Just
then two of the legs on the table caved in and O'Shaughnessy slid onto the
floor. Muldoon said, "My God, what are we going to do?"
Murphy said, "Well, we'll have to level him up somehow. We'll put his head on a chair, we'll put a chair at his feet, we push a chair in underneath him, lift him up and level him out."
Muldoon said, "A good idea!
"
Murphy
said, "Leave it to me." Murphy looked at the people at the wake and
said, "Can we have three chairs for the corpse?"
And
they all went, "Hip hip hooray!"
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The taxi
passenger tapped O’Malley, the driver, on the shoulder to ask him a question.
O’Malley screamed, lost control of the car, nearly hit a bus, went up on the
footpath, and stopped centimeters from a shop window.
For a second everything went quiet in the cab, then, O’Malley said, "If you would please be so kind as to not ever do that again. You scared the bejeebers out of me!"
The passenger apologized and said, "I didn't
realize that a little tap would scare you so much."
O’Malley replied, "Think nothing of it,
it's not really your fault. Today is me first day driving a cab. I've been
driving a hearse for the last 25 years."
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